Tonight the wind is hollowing Truly a part of winter It gives us all a reason to succeed or stay quiet and be anything we wish to be Who is to question our decision? Choices are unlimited and only we know what we will be planning tomorrow and much of that will unfold beyond our expectations We make plans and carry them out and in the process interface with others and routines get disrupted, maybe for the good or possibly to our regret It seems we always have time to recover until the time comes when we don’t. I look at the local funeral home activities See that an old friend has died I had coffee with him a couple of months ago His time is gone but reading about him, I see that he had a full life and a life of giving to others The hollowing wind does not let up It sounds so good, almost giving affirmation to my feelings There is no magic. This is a place where you do it or you don’t. Snake eyes is a possibility and no one wants that, but numbers are numbers and life is life. Now is wine-light and the wine is gone There are memories and come morning I’ll be looking back I can’t help it. I always do and there will be no tears I will reach out during the night and then remember It is a beautiful exercise that I like to repeat I wonder as I listen to Grover Washington, Jr. What are the nocturnal animals up to right now? The wind prompts them to find safe shelter Are they ever safe? Are we? I can dig this contemplation. Can you? Stanski February 15, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 